Will You Cry for Me If I Die? - Chapter 57

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Chapter 57

My head hurt.

It hurts when I think too long.

A four-year-old’s head can’t handle these kinds of thoughts for long.

So I chose action.

My hands moved first.

I ran to the window.

My short legs quickly stepped across the floor.

My breath jumped upward.

I pressed my palm against the glass window.

The cold glass touched me directly.

My skin stiffened for a moment.

Outside was snow.

White dots kept falling.

Snow is water.

It remains when it melts.

Water weakens the mark.

I rubbed the glass with my palm to create moisture.

I pushed my hand left and right.

A thin film of water spread.

Then I got that moisture on my fingertips and turned around.

My fingertips were coldly wet.

Demian looked at me.

His gaze came down directly.

I spoke forcefully.

I pushed out my breath.

“Water.”

Demian understood immediately.

His eyes shook briefly.

He pulled Yurahel further inside.

He pulled him in as if wrapping him with his arms.

Iden made exaggerated gestures in front of the priest as he spoke.

He spread his hands wide.

He deliberately shook his body more.

“Priest, this room is really dangerous!”

He seemed like he was trying to monopolize the priest’s attention.

He deliberately opened his eyes wide and smiled.

“The floor is slippery because of Winter’s frost, there’s fever because of Bom’s patient, and there are Royal Palace guests too!”

His words continued at length.

The air was caught by those words.

The priest’s face hardened.

I moved before he could explode.

My body moved faster than my thoughts.

My feet stepping on the floor jumped briefly.

I brought my fingertips to Yurahel’s wrist.

The sensation of touching his skin was warm.

There was a thin trembling on top of it.

And I lightly rubbed the silver dot with the moisture on my fingertips.

The wet sensation spread immediately.

Yurahel drew in his breath.

His chest rose quickly.

The silver became just a little blurred.

What had been flashing was pressed down once.

‘Now!’

My head flashed briefly.

I rubbed Yurahel’s wrist.

I pressed my fingertips harder and moved them.

My wet fingertips trembled.

They trembled more when I applied force.

My hands were too small to cover it all at once.

Silver dots remained between my fingers.

Still, it became somewhat blurred.

The silver dots weakened as if breathing.

The light rose, then was pressed down, then rose again.

Yurahel drew in his breath.

That breath trembled, so I spoke immediately.

The sound jumped out first.

“Long.”

Yurahel nodded and exhaled long.

His breath flowed thin and long.

That long breath pressed down the mark once more.

The light sank down once more.

I liked that, so I didn’t stop my hands.

If I stop, it will rise again.

My palms were cold.

The chill from the glass remained.

When it’s cold, my mind becomes clear.

The blurriness disappears.

I looked at the priest with a clear mind.

I didn’t take my eyes off him.

The priest’s eyes were searching for me.

Even while standing at the doorway, his eyes only came toward me.

He didn’t look at anything else.

I felt like those eyes were brushing over my body.

The feeling of them skimming the surface and digging inward.

My body felt unpleasantly ticklish.

It felt like my skin was being scratched from the inside.

There were gazes like this during experiments at the Research Institute too.

That gaze strips the body bare.

It passes over the surface and looks inside.

I gritted my teeth.

My jaw became firm.

Count Iden smiled in front of the priest.

His laughter kept bursting out.

He deliberately didn’t stop it.

“Priest, this room is really complicated right now!”

His hands moved widely.

He drew the priest’s attention.

The priest spoke in a low voice.

His voice became even shorter.

“Move aside.”

Iden tilted his head and asked back.

“Why?”

His voice bounced lightly.

The priest’s voice became colder.

The air grew thin and chilled.

“Because I smell the undead coming from here.”

Iden lowered his laughter a little.

His lips remained the same, but the sound diminished.

He nodded and spoke.

“A smell.”

The words flowed slowly.

“Then we should definitely confirm where that smell is coming from, shouldn’t we?”

The priest tried to take another step inside.

His toes pushed against the frost.

Demian’s frost made the doorway thicker.

White energy layered upon itself.

The priest’s shoes slipped again.

They slid briefly before stopping.

The priest’s fingertips glowed.

Thin light gathered at his fingertips.

Holy power licked across the frost.

The white frost melted away.

A small sound of water emerged.

My spine grew cold.

Holy power melts frost too.

Then would it melt my water as well.

I rubbed my fingertips against the window glass again to gather more moisture.

I pressed the glass hard.

More cold moisture clung to them.

There needs to be plenty of water.

If it’s thin, it disappears quickly.

Four-year-old hands are small, so the amount is insufficient.

I became greedy.

I wanted to gather more.

Greed is dangerous, but right now it was necessary.

Lermiel leaned against the wall and caught his breath.

His chest rose and fell slowly.

His face was deathly pale.

Pale as if all blood had drained from it.

Even so, he raised his head.

He lifted his gaze upward.

“Priest.”

He said.

He spoke while forcibly holding his breath.

“I am a guest of the Royal House.”

The priest looked at him and spoke.

His eyes narrowed sharply.

“You are not a guest.”

Lermiel’s throat stiffened for a moment.

The breath he couldn’t swallow caught.

Seeing that stiffness made me angry.

My chest immediately grew hot.

He’s making someone who’s already hurt hurt even more.

I hate that.

Iden shook the coin pouch in his hand again.

His wrist turned in a large circle.

The small pouch swayed through the air.

Jingle.

The sound grew louder.

It spread clearly through the room, then stretched long toward the doorway.

The sound of metal clashing scraped the air.

“Priest, how about a donation!”

Iden said with a smile.

His lips curved widely upward.

That smile spread brightly, but his eyes remained narrowly squinted.

The priest narrowed his eyes.

His gaze sharpened like a blade.

“Do not defile the castle with money.”

His voice dropped low.

It echoed heavily as if touching the floor.

Iden smiled and spoke.

He shook his hand once more.

“It’s not defiling, it’s cleaning!”

Those words were a little funny.

The end of his sentence bounced lightly.

Laughter started to rise in me, but I swallowed it back down.

It stopped inside my mouth.

If I laugh, my breath will loosen.

My chest will open, and the air will shake.

If it loosens, I’ll be caught.

The priest raised his hand and pointed into the room.

His fingertips aimed straight inside.

Thin light gathered at his fingertips before disappearing.

“If you don’t move aside, I’ll bind you first.”

Bind.

That expression touched something inside me.

My stomach immediately tightened.

I’ve seen binding too many times.

Rope, metal, light.

The forms differ but the end is the same.

So when I hear those words, my hands hurt first.

My wrists began to ache.

I looked at Iden.

I looked up at his back.

Iden was smiling, but his eyes had changed.

The smile remained only on his lips.

His eyes were looking in a completely different direction.

He didn’t step aside even once.

His feet were firmly planted on the floor.

“Priest, binding someone here is the same as swinging a sword in the prayer room.”

He said.

Even though his words continued at length, they didn’t break.

They flowed smoothly while remaining firm inside.

The air was caught by those words.

The priest spoke in a low voice.

His eyes narrowed further.

“You.”

He cut off his words.

His breath was cut short.

“A clown hiding in Winter.”

Clown.

When those words reached Iden, Iden’s laughter stopped for just a moment.

The corners of his mouth went down very slightly.

That pause was dangerous.

The air emptied for an instant.

If he stopped, the priest would break through.

I moved immediately.

My hand moved faster than my thoughts.

I grabbed and pulled at Demian’s pant leg.

I gripped tightly with two fingers.

The fabric was pulled between my fingers.

“Door.”

I said.

My breath came out in short bursts.

Demian looked down at me.

His eyes fell downward.

“Close it.”

I added.

I spoke clearly.

Demian nodded very slightly.

His chin moved minutely.

He reached his hand toward the window behind.

His fingertips cut through the air as they moved.

The window was closed, but the curtain was open.

Wind came in through the gap under the curtain.

Cold air flowed across the floor.

Snow was gradually coming in on the wind.

White powder-like particles accumulated thinly on the floor.

Demian poured more frost to freeze under the curtain.

White energy spread from his fingertips.

The floor became solid in an instant.

The thinly spread snow sparkled on top of it.

It sparkled as if it had consumed light.

That sparkle caught the priest’s attention for a moment.

His gaze dropped downward very briefly.

Good.

His gaze moved away from me.

I pressed Yurahel’s wrist harder in that gap.

I put more strength into my fingers.

Moisture spread again.

The silver was pressed down again.

Yurahel inhaled and spoke.

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